Posted by Loulou on Apr 25, 2016 | 4 comments

Ciao, exotic flower!  Ciao, other flower. Well, who’s counting? Just because THEY are on their way back at the end of the week, I should be all exited and watching the clock tick off the seconds until THEY walk in the door, expecting me to kowtow and kiss their cheeks twice or even three times as they do in France, and then probably expect me to...